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Wild love, we made,
in the dark alleys of Maximum City
It ain’t dope
The addiction of lovelorn souls
Feeding on Jazz by the Bay
Who needs food?
We are mind vagabonds
I read your lip
You taste my mind
A sensual adventure that blew our heads
sending electrifying sensation down the spine
It’s no fake orgasm
Spinning in our passion
Words speaking to quench the soul’s thirst
A journey that has no end
taking each other to an unknown destination
at the peak of envy
No power can douse the flame
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What is love?
A shot of adrenaline pumping
Pint of restlessness and breathlessness
A heart lost in no time to an invisible scent
Her fragrance and cosmic pull
Fragmented in pieces
The divine touch
Flutter of roses
sending rippling waves
Churning emotions like the glacier
Filling seamless ocean
Quenching the thirst
Sensation and touches that cut deep
The emptiness of a heart,
breaking all rules to conquer the unconquered
A painful and bruised heart
It derives joy in a heart shattered into pieces
Call it what you may,
love find its identity in different forms,
making a pale shadow of itself
It’s called love.
White swan in the pool of water
Lonely kid singing loudly,
for the silver Gandhi coin
Pigeon flocking its way above the sea to reach the sky
Wings clipped in fear of falling
We are our biggest foes,
scared of our own shadow
A child’s parched throat longing for the steamy cup of tea
He cannot afford the tea
chased away for having dirty feet soiled in mud
A city life envied by many
The migrants sleep on an empty stomach
curse the destiny
The class divide where the urban elite throws money
and the poor long for Vada Pav to fill the stomach
The Monsoon has started and rain pouring
A violent curse for some
For the rest of us, it’ s a blessing from the sky
We will whine on our fate, laugh together and fight our way in the railway compartment
Deep chasm in life and emotions
Life will go on!
Subtle breeze brings a comfort that runs through the soul
Admiring the drops in the ocean
Friendly gaze at the trees at night, silent water and sky at rest
Sitting in silence
A gentle embrace of the wind holding us in its fold
A moment of solitude that would never wane
Seeking peace within the surrounding
Walking miles to pluck cherries jamoon on trees in gay abandon
A whistle is heard from afar
the wailing train’s siren signalling the last destination
It shall never be the last journey sought
A decade of memory,
carefree days of rebel,
the scent of a girl,
the fragrance of Vodka and Whisky,
wafting in the spirit,
Memory can be painful,
bruising the soul in places that hurt the most,
Retrieving moments lost and captured,
it’s like laying the soul to rest,
chill tremor felt inside the body,
cheap tobacco stench,
the pal feasting on Gudang Garam,
girls sipping Breezer,
the men tasting the river of Imperial Blue, Old Monk Rum, and Romanov Vodka,
Life wasn’t a bed rose of scotch in those days.
Plain and simple chalkboard days of simplicity.
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Haze of the early winter
Opening the eyes to the swan song of
cooing birds, barking dogs, and honking
Not just another day
Mooring of the ships
Tea brewed and served hot in glasses
Fritters served on the road stall
Fresh air percolates through the nostrils
Cute kids incarnate marshmallow in school uniforms
The blue symphony blows in the mind
The trumpet of life blasts to full volume
Life is like the power steam engine,
revving up to fly high and touching the sky
Rolling into one,
capturing the dark glory of life,
remaining buried forever in the mind
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Velvet fabric for all seasons.
Azure blue sky.
Shade of sunset.
Shadow of striking sunlight.
Reflection of skyline.
Human emotions swathing,
into tiny dollops of balloons.
Make a wish!
Shaping beauty of magnet.
A bit like our fascinating destiny.
Parapet! Bearer of our dark secrets.
Boulders hiding our veiled existence.
Turmoil of the seas, hiding beneath the rocks.
Soothing the soul and spirit.
Present knows no bound.
Future is always scary and intriguing.
Connecting the thread of two lives.
It makes a fascinating and untold tale.